[Verse 1] Well, I could blame it on the way I was raising the sticks All the boys back home were a bunch of hicks My idea of a perfect date is a sky full of stars in a Chevrolet I had to make that move if I wanted that degree But you can't take the small town girl out of me Don't try to change my mind when there's no use I ain't settling for a suit
[Chorus] If you're wearing skinny jeans I'm bettin' that means you ain't my type at all Don't try to dance with me with your two left feet Don't even know the watermelon crawl If you ain't in a dippin' and you don't drive a truck Gеt those Civic tires kickin' 'cause you ain't country еnough
[Verse 2] Carhartt hats, [?] cowboy boots And them good old boys who stay true to their roots They like Johnny, Randy, Willie and Straite But you don't even recognize one of those names
[Chorus] If you're wearing skinny jeans I'm bettin' that means you ain't my type at all Don't try to dance with me with your two left feet Don't even know the watermelon crawl If you ain't in a dippin' and you don't drive a truck Get those Civic tires kickin' 'cause you ain't country enough
[Chorus] If you're wearing skinny jeans I'm bettin' that means you ain't my type at all Don't try to dance with me with your two left feet Don't even know the watermelon crawl If you ain't in a dippin' and you don't drive a truck Get those Civic tires kickin' 'cause you ain't country enough If you ain't in a dippin' and you don't drive a truck Get those Civic tires kickin' 'cause you ain't country enoughTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
